I've previously posted this here... But I feel like it needs something. What would you change?
Black and White
I'm waking up to a black and white room
With a dull lit lamp lighting my moist tomb.
I let the water from my faucet spray
As it rings in my ears, my eyes crack open with the light
And I know it's going to be another day
Of black and white.
And I'll limp, arms stretched, to the barren road
For a spark to brighten the dark commode,
Throwing my cigarette of a life away,
I am flushing it down with damned delight,
And I know it's going to be another day
Of black and white.
I'll grab the keys to my white 90's sedan.
It's black interior is turning tan.
Driving with thousands who slowly decay,
On route to the slowest moments in life.
And I know it's going to be another day
Of black and white.
I'll sit down to recollect, with my time alone,
Dreading like a prisoner, hearing a hang up tone.
Not fear, but dread, about new shades of gray,
Excitement is required for the feeling of fright.
And I know it's going to be another day
Of black and white.
I'm thinking of this day, laying in my bed,
And I'm wondering if I'm better off dead.
But then I thought of living this day,
Like it actually counts on my resume.
And I realize that there's nothing left to lose, it can't get much duller,
So maybe I'll try today,
Like it's splashed with some color.
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